Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the full moon of May
Neath whose we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy
we would glide lightly away
From the for wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions like ghosts to lifes parade
Though incisions once her so vivid
A scarlet whore with both in the door
Of a heaven severed me, insipid

Amidst the writhe of where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip whence I beg her

I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen won from grief
That creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove with head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Yeah, would have conquered all but for the rapture
That ancient plan for my
Denied faith skies that have set her free
It seems again, wend to capture

Once, in a spotlit waltz
a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers bedizened her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine

Regardless that the of sin was me
And I lay chaste of hate in faiths
As warred with more, besides
They with life itself

And in those frozen moments won grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in
Inwove death's head wing
I thank God for the

And I thank God for the suffering as I burn for her return
I make my peace with everything

I, I recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to like secret letters
Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, she sits
Only a slip whence I beg her

I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart
And in those frozen moments won grief
That creeps to the sun in drapes
with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Love would have conquered all, we not parted?
Her splintered loss rage
The winter dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score, finale

Love would have all
would have conquered
Hate, hate,

From that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head
I thank God for the